Awakened from my evening slumber

To search the night for those who stray,

I gaze from my perch, outside my nest

Built in the side of a tree.

And catching my eye, I could not hope

For more than she, my beautiful Marie

Showing high among the stars

Yet brighter than they— is she.

Come storm or clouds,

Though she lacks a feather to fly,

She returns to her throne as queen

On dark and dreamy nights

And though you might think me mad

I still wait in wonder to see her

As though she stages herself for me

And not for all to see

Still I rise to reach her height

At the end of long and huntful hours

With wings spread wide

To reach her despite my mortal shell

She taunts me— Oh! How cruel her stare,

I will never know peace.